Page 8 of The Himbo and the Lord
I can’t sayI regret the way I shut Ru up—his lips are the softest I’ve ever tasted in recent memory after all—but I hate jealousy.
It’s an ugly emotion that’s unworthy of me. I have nothing in the world to feel jealous about, so of course kissing him to stop his rambles about the handsome older man sitting with him was the only rational thing to do.
But then the lord went and surprised the hell out of me.
The second I pressed harder, the second I licked his lower lip to seek entrance he became putty in my arms. His lips parted, his back relaxed, and he threw his arms around my neck and let me take, take, take.
I could spend hours exploring his lips and his kisses, but sadly there’s an annoying alarm going off inside my brain telling me that I need to get back to the table and to my guys or else they’re going to come in here and see Ru.
And I don’t want them to see him because he’s mine.
I don’t feel like sharing, so sue me.
So, doing my very best to hide my reluctance, I lean back and breathe for a long moment. Ru stays frozen just as long, his eyes closed, his lashes lying beautifully over his high cheekbones, and his lips slightly parted.
Fuck, I want to kiss him again.
But right now I can’t.
So I get myself together, and I see realization—and is that mortification?—come into his eyes the second he opens them.
“Come by my room at ten,” I tell him in a hard tone. I don’t want to give away just how much I want him there.
His reaction, though, makes me think that maybe I failed at hiding my need for him. A full, perfect, pearly-white smile takes over his face and transforms it. My breath actually fucking catches at how fucking handsome he looks when he smiles.
The most inane thought passes through my mind.
I guess they do have good dentists in the UK.
I take another step back and try getting my balance back—mentally and physically.
His smile at my harsh tone has me suspecting that Ru might like someone to boss him around for once. And fuck it if my dick doesn’t strain against my cargo shorts at the thought of that extending into the bedroom.
But I turn without another word and walk out of the bathroom.
A server comes out of the kitchen five steps in front of me, and the sight of his strong shoulders and slim waist gives me the best idea ever—and a way to keep my friends from sniffing around my lord.
“What took you so long?” Seth demands with a frown as he looks up from the menu. The server I walked behind is filling our water glasses, and I send him a deliberately sexy smile while I have all my friends’ attention. He’s got one of those typical, perfect Australian faces, and the smile he sends my way tells me he’s appreciative and would actually be game if I made a move.
That’s a shame. I’d love to play with such a perfect specimen. Alas, I already have a hookup with a foreign man lined up.
No one says anything more on the matter, but they all have stupid knowing smirks, though, which means my mission has been accomplished.
I don’t know how, but I feel it the second Ru comes back into the room. His footsteps are impossible to hear since it’s carpeted, and there’s the general noise you’d expect in a busy restaurant, but I know he just walked past our table.
I make myself face forward and grab the menu.
Tony orders the lobster soup—helovessoup even in the scorching Australian summer—and everybody else gets steak, like normal people.
As soon as the server is out of earshot, the three of them lean in like hungry hyenas.
“Did you hook up with our waiter while you were in the bathroom?” Seth demands.
“Bro, you weren’t even gone ten minutes, that’s shit stamina,” Kit says, looking adorably worried for me.
“If we tip well is that like paying a hooker?” Tony wonders.
“No,” I answer him, but I feel like it’s probably a good answer to all three of them. They keep staring at me like they’re waiting for me to elaborate.
